Douluo Jueshi: Who let him enter Shrek!

I'm afraid the Super Douluo is here, and it will take some effort to kill this guy.

However, this is nothing to Jiang Ming.

"Come on, come on, keep attacking with saturated firepower!"

"I want to see how many level nine life-saving soul tools you have on your body!"

The elves nodded. Light, darkness, ice, fire, wind, earth, and even the little spirit in charge of life all made symbolic moves.

Not surprisingly, this precious disposable nine-level invincible shield was broken again.

Jiang Ming looked at the broken invincible shield, and his heart ached a little.

"Why don't you just let me kill you? Why did you have to do this? Two level nine soul guides! And they were broken just like that! What a pity!"

Jiang Ming said with a frown and regret.

Netherworld Thunder Douluo felt a surge of heat coming out of his back, and his old eyes seemed to be spitting fire.

Is this human language? !

Just let you kill him?

Do you want to hear what you are saying? !

Suddenly, Netherworld Thunder Douluo felt an extremely sharp light burst out from under his feet.

The power of this light is actually comparable to a strike from a Titled Douluo-level powerhouse!

Minglei Douluo took out an eighth-level invincible shield to resist.

He no longer has the ninth-level invincible shield, and he is not the master of Mingde Hall!

The eighth-level invincible shield is not as good as the ninth-level invincible shield, but it also blocked the light for a moment!

Dark Thunder Douluo dodged most of his body, but his right hand holding the Dark Thunder Sword was cut off.

Dark Thunder Douluo wanted to take back the Dark Thunder Sword, but an earthy figure moved faster than him!

In an instant, the Dark Thunder Sword disappeared and reappeared in Jiang Ming's hands.

"you!"

When Dark Thunder Douluo saw this scene, his whole body was enveloped in a deep sense of powerlessness, and he didn't even care about his right hand that was bleeding continuously.

All the ninth-level soul tools are gone, and the martial souls and soul skills cannot be used. What else does he have now?

It's a doomed situation!

"What do you mean, this Dark Thunder Sword looks pretty good, a ninth-level soul guide. You are quite good."

Jiang Ming played with the Dark Thunder Sword in his hand, glanced at Dark Thunder Douluo whose right hand was still dripping with blood, and spoke softly.

Netherworld Thunder Douluo's body was constantly trembling. He never expected that his dignified title Douluo, a ninth-level soul master, would fall to this level!

"who are you!!!"

he roared almost desperately.

He didn't remember that he had ever provoked such a powerful person, who had two hundred thousand year soul rings and could easily ban his own martial soul. Even this place was extremely weird!

"Who am I..."

Jiang Ming held the Dark Thunder Sword in his hand and walked towards Dark Thunder Douluo step by step.

"I wonder if you remember, where are Jiang He and Chen Rou?"

Every time Jiang Ming took a step, his eyes became colder.

"Jiang He? Chen Rou?"

Netherworld Thunder Douluo was stunned. He had no impression of these two names at all!

"Can't remember? That's right. You are now a Titled Douluo. You are used to being around Mingdu. You must have forgotten about the battle in Qingshui City twenty years ago."

Jiang Ming sneered and then stabbed with his sword.

The place is still in my heart!

"Twenty years ago? Qingshui City?"

Ming Lei Douluo seemed to have thought of something, and his confused eyes gradually became sober.

"Are they the mayor and his wife of Qingshui City?!"

He suddenly remembered that twenty years ago when he was leading the Sun Moon Empire's army on a mission, he killed the city lord and his wife of Qingshui City.

He remembered that that couple was also a Soul Saint cultivator!

Twenty years later, is there still someone who wants to avenge them, or is there a strong man with such tyrannical methods?

"Just remember it. I've given you twenty more years of life. Now, go to hell!"

After saying that, Jiang Ming's eyes flashed with golden light, terrifying power was input into the Dark Thunder Sword, and the sword pierced into the Dark Thunder Douluo's chest.

Netherworld Thunder Douluo did not resist. In fact, in his current state, he could not resist this attack that was comparable to the level of a Titled Douluo.

“It turns out that it’s because they…”

Blood flowed from the corner of Ming Lei Douluo's mouth. He used his left hand that was still intact to grab the Ming Lei Sword that had stabbed into his chest, and murmured softly.

"Before they died they said..."

Netherworld Thunder Douluo's voice was very weak, and Jiang Ming could not hear it clearly.

He moved closer, but his hand was suddenly grabbed by Dark Thunder Douluo.

"Die with me!"

Netherworld Thunder Douluo, who was already very weak, turned red and looked crazy, and there was an extremely terrifying power rioting in his body!

"Self-destruction?"

Jiang Ming shook his head, a little disappointed.

"If you plan to die with me through this, then I can only say that you are thinking too much."

The next moment, Jiang Ming, who was tightly held by Underworld Thunder Douluo, disappeared out of thin air!

Netherworld Thunder Douluo was dumbfounded. Why did this disappear?

"Everyone give way, everyone give way. It's going to explode. Don't get hurt by accident. Move away and watch."

Jiang Ming's voice suddenly appeared again.

However, when he appeared this time, his figure was already hundreds of meters away! He even pulled his Dark Thunder Sword out of his body.

Chapter 258: Revive, my tool!

After hearing Jiang Ming's words, the elves and the Wind and Thunder Suppressing Prison Beast hurried away from the Dark Thunder Douluo.

The self-detonation of a Titled Douluo is no joke. Even though it won’t kill them,... the injuries will be very painful!

"It's about to explode. I haven't watched fireworks for a long time. I haven't seen a titled Douluo blow himself up yet."

Jiang Ming urged with a curious look on his face.

The elves, Xiao Jing and Rong Rong, who have come out of their bodies, are also curious. Even the ice silkworms deep in the glacier and the Nine-Level Nine Flowers deep in the forest are paying attention to the first explosion of our world. !

Netherworld Thunder Douluo was completely desperate, and even his final decision turned into a joke. What could be more desperate than this!

"Hmph! Even if I die, I won't let you humiliate me!"

Underworld Thunder Douluo actually forcibly suppressed the rioting soul power in his body, suffocating the great feat that was about to self-destruct.

Even if he died, he wouldn't let these guys watch the show!

However, it is easy to explode something like self-destruction, but it is difficult to suppress it.

Even Netherworld Thunder Douluo used the last of his strength and was about to die.

But at this time, Jiang Ming appeared in front of him again.

"Yeah, the self-destruction was suppressed? Your attainments as a soul master are pretty good, but it's a pity that there are no fireworks to watch."

A trace of disappointment flashed across Jiang Ming's face.

Seeing this hint of disappointment, Ming Lei Douluo showed a ferocious smile.

"I won't let you get what you want even if I die!"

When Jiang Ming heard this, he blinked and said with some confusion:

"Won't let me have my wish? I don't care. If I can watch you self-destruct, then I'll watch. If I can't... I can still get your soul bone, right?

Oh, by the way, there should be some treasures in your...storage soul guide? Well, thanks to you for not self-destructing, these treasures belong to me. "

Having said this, the disappointment on Jiang Ming's face disappeared, and he smiled broadly.

The ferocious smile on Netherworld Thunder Douluo's face had become dull, and he allowed Jiang Ming to take the storage soul tools one by one from him.

Having experienced one preparation for self-destruction and one suppression of self-destruction, he no longer had the slightest bit of strength to stop Jiang Ming.

Seeing that the storage soul guides on his body appeared in Jiang Ming's hands one by one, Minglei Douluo became so angry that his body, which was already at the end of its strength, suddenly spit out a large mouthful of blood.

Poor Underworld Thunder Douluo, when he fell, his eyes were still staring at Jiang Ming, as if he was determined to die.

"You...are a bit vicious."

Xiaojiao hesitated for a moment, but still expressed his truest thoughts.

As a ferocious beast with a cultivation level of 200,000 years, she actually felt a little sympathy for the dead Netherworld Thunder Douluo at this moment.

Just, in this kind of battle just now, no matter who comes, the result will be an explosion of mentality.

His attribute abilities were directly sealed, and he faced a group fight from guys who were already stronger than him!

In the end, those who wanted to self-destruct were held back, but they were deceived into suppressing self-destruction. Who wouldn't feel aggrieved?

Xiao Jiao thought for a while, if he faced this situation, he would probably end up no better than this Dark Thunder Douluo.

Human beings, so despicable!

"Vicious?"

Jiang Ming looked at Xiao Jiao, blinked, and said somewhat seriously:

"Xiao Yu, you and I are partners who fought side by side! You actually said that I was vicious! This really makes me sad! Ah, I am so hurt..."

Xiaoyu: “…”

Without another word, the simple-minded Xiao Jiao flew away.

"You...really want to take his soul bone?"

The petite blonde girl on his shoulder frowned. To get the soul bone from a person, they would have to dissect the corpse, which... was a bit bloody.

Jiang Ming shook his head and said softly:

"What kind of soul bone can he have in his body? I won't absorb it even if I take it."

Minglei Douluo: "...You have to be insulted even after you die, right? Are you still a human being?!"

"What are your plans?"

Rong Rong was a little confused. Just now Jiang Ming said he wanted to take this guy's soul bone.

She didn't think there was anything wrong with what Jiang Ming said. After all, the three soul bones in Jiang Ming's body were all extremely precious among soul bones.

Ten thousand years of mind control of the head soul bone!

The 100,000-year-old trunk bone of the strange velvet giant chrysanthemum!

Two hundred thousand years of wind and thunder with soul bones attached to their wings!

With this configuration, Rong Rong didn't think there would be a comparable soul bone in this Netherworld Thunder Douluo's body.

"Compared to his soul bones, I care more about his identity as a ninth-level soul master!"

Jiang Ming's eyes flashed with a hint of evil.

"Xiao Ling, put his hand back and restore the vitality and soul power of his body."

"Everyone else, come here, let's perform a...'surgery'!"